I saw this picture and thought of this rather memorable ladies having tea scene below. Here, Mary Ellen Dobney is sharing the true story behind a story that Lydia heard Captain Harris tell in Brighton. Captain Harris is Mary Ellen’s cousin, and Lydia has never liked him. Enjoy!
Continue reading Ladies Having Tea (Albert Lynch)This month’s Saturday Broadsheet, with all my writing life updates, is now available at the link below.
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I hope you have time to read a book.
I thought the picture above of a young woman in a garden would go well with the excerpt of Elizabeth in a garden below from The Tenant’s Guest.
Elizabeth stood just beyond a low border, watching Cecily play with her children in the garden. The ball rolled toward the large tree that shadowed the far corner, and Lucas Abbot, the elder brother at nearly four years of age, ran after it while Aiden Abbott, the younger brother and just three months past his first birthday, swayed slightly and then took one wobbly step followed by another equally unstable step before falling with a plop to the ground. The action of dropping so ungracefully to the ground did not please the young child. His scowl before he took to crawling after his brother made Elizabeth smile. He was a determined young man. A little fall was not going to stop him from pursuing his goal, which at this moment was the ball with which his brother was taunting him.
Cecily waved to Elizabeth. “Come, join us.”
Elizabeth, having just returned from what had proven to be a rather disturbing call at the parsonage and wishing for some time to think about all Lucy had shared with her, would have made her excuses and gone into the house. However, the motion of his mother had turned Aiden toward Elizabeth, and the ball was seemingly forgotten in favour of the new arrival.
“Izabef!” Lucas, ball in hand, reached her before his brother could. “Will you play ball with me, Izabef?”
Elizabeth tousled the boy’s hair. “Of course. Do you wish to run before I throw it?”
The young man’s head shook furiously from side to side. “I want to race it.”
“Very well.” Elizabeth took the ball from his hands and squatted down. “Ready,” she warned. “Go.”
The ball rolled along the grass, passing just beside Aiden, who stopped and sat, looking first at Elizabeth and then the ball — clearly unsure which should get his attention.
A week or so ago, when I was scrolling through YouTube looking for something to watch as I sipped some herbal tea before bed, this video was recommended to me because I’ve watched other History Hit videos. I found the information in this to be quite interesting since I have written stories that reference the Napoleonic Wars.
The story that immediately came to mind was Midnight with Mary (Sweet Extra 2) because the Peninsular War is mentioned a couple of times in it (even though it is a short novelette), and I did a fair bit of research reading before writing that book. In fact, I read about the people and battles mentioned in this video.
Here is the first time the Peninsular War is mentioned. The colonel and Mary have gone to call on a widow and friend of Mary’s to help her. (It’s a rather long excerpt. I hope you don’t mind. 😉 )
Continue reading Weapons of the Peninsular War (video)
Well, here’s a rare occurrence these days — a Wednesday post! As I was getting chapter 3 ready to share, this picture popped into my head. I had seen it way back when I was researching things for His Inconvenient Choice, and I simply could not post tomorrow’s chapter without sharing this image with you. Here’s a little snippet from that chapter to go with the image:
The next morning, after a less than restful night of sleep, Richard stood in front of number eight Bartlett’s Buildings and checked the slip of paper in his hand once again to make sure he had arrived where he was supposed to be. It was a tidy little lane of houses, well-cared for, and quite respectable looking. It seemed as if it would be a perfectly acceptable place to live.
He raised his hand, rapped on the door, and waited. There was a shuffling inside, and then a friendly looking man with a quick smile and spectacles perched on his end of his nose opened the door.
[from His Inconvenient Choice]
